It was a wear-me-down day. There was trying to think of what I need to do on my growing "Do Before You Move" list with the shrinking amount of days I have.
There was the fact that I don't have my husband around right now to help me with the yoke I have to pull and I was starting to get upset about that, even though he has his own yoke to pull that I can't help him with either.
And then coming home from our kids' youth activities at church I had one kid with a banged up knee and another kid with banged up feelings and they were both crying their hearts out at the same time. I tried to patch them both up when we got home and they ended up going to bed without our nightly scripture study, both sore from their injuries.
I was looking for something to make me laugh, but instead found something that brought me to tears, and maybe that's just what I needed after all. I hope by passing this along, someone else can feel comforted in the way I did. Not all tears are bad.